Purpose?

When you can't disclose
everything you've come to know,
how can you define what your purpose is?
What is my meaning?
Why am I here?
There's plenty I came with
but the answers escape
my willingness to discern-
         or is it concern,
         or be
         alarmed-
I
don't
know.

What am I hiding?
I've got nothing to try;
nothing no one wants.
Little more to see.
I don't know what to run from
and there's
no place to go
even if I was sure.

Disclosure.
Closure.
Sure.
Surefire.
Fire
         sale
         me
         brand
         me
         start
         me
         up
         me
from where?

The sun without color.
A light in search of a tunnel.
Your entry in my disbelief.
Home and no patience for it.
No direction.
No clear sign of self-worth.
No directions.
No purpose.

The sentence-ending preposition.
I'm your thoughtless proposition.
Always the best-intentioned.
Failed arts of intuitions.
No more sanctions.
No mere serpentious.
No directopious.
No purpose.